This morning Michael and his mommy were having a tickle war.
Michael launched a neck assault, and his mom countered with an arm pit fusillade.
“Hey, no fair!” Michael said.
“What, I can’t tickle your arm pits?”
“I don’t have arm pits,” he said, suddenly serious.
“You don’t?”
“No. Not until I grow up.”
“Why?”
“Because they don’t come in until you’re older.”
“So what’s this under your arm?”
“I don’t know.”
Coincidentally, Michael has his first loose tooth. Apparently he figures whatever that thing that connects his arm to his shoulder is going to come loose as well.
So once his arm pits come in he and I are going to have to head to target so he can decide whether he wants to go with Speed Stick or Old Spice.
Yesterday Michael was explaining to me how his “adult” tooth will spring up like a daisy. Maybe that is how he will get armpits? Stinky daisies????
(Hubby) Ha! That’s a hoot. I can just picture stinky daisies sprouting out of his underarms one day.
Considering my lethargy of late, this blog has really set up my day, late as it might be.
Michael is such a resource, the government needs him.
Old Spice, indeed!! That would be my choice considering the user. Love, MOM
(MD) Michael would make a great WMD.
How about an all natural product that is hypoallergenic, fragrance and paraben free?
(MD) Maybe… as long as it keeps his pits stink-free.
Is he anxiously awaiting his pit sprouting? I think that must be one of the signs of manhood. I vote for old spice.
(MD) I told him he’d probably have to wait until high school. He should have a fragrance picked out by then.
This reminds me of the day that one of the weasels confused ‘pits’ with another 4 letter word that rhymes with pits.
(MD) Hmmm… I can think of a few… and none of them are pleasant.
I wonder if Michael will agree with you when you do tell him his arm pits have come in? Or are you going to wait until he tells you? Whenever this milestone occurs I think you then probably have to explain why he needs to pick either Old Spice or Speed Stick. That should be an interesting conversation . . .
Here the kids refer to them as stinky pits, and Youngest always sniffs and says “mine aren’t stinky yet.”
I was a late bloomer; my armpits didn’t come in until last week.